EDITOR'S NOTE: Not a return to full reviews for me, I'm afraid. Just an exercise to shake some of the rust off. It'll be back to capsules for awards season movies.
In a bustling village square, in some unnamed era of pre-Imperial Japan, a boy wearing an eye-patch and a baggy samurai robe drops a pile of paper on the ground and strums a power chord on his shamisen. As though by instinct, the crowd turns, silences, and gathers 'round with barely-contained excitement.
“If you must blink, do it now,” instructs Kubo (for that is his name), literally commanding the attention of his audience.
In a bustling village square, in some unnamed era of pre-Imperial Japan, a boy wearing an eye-patch and a baggy samurai robe drops a pile of paper on the ground and strums a power chord on his shamisen. As though by instinct, the crowd turns, silences, and gathers 'round with barely-contained excitement.
“If you must blink, do it now,” instructs Kubo (for that is his name), literally commanding the attention of his audience.
As he plucks the strings and taps
harmonic on his instrument, his paper springs to life, folding itself
into intricate figurines that run, jump, fly and do pantomimed battle
with each other, acting out the drama as Kubo narrates a tale of
adventure and heroism for the delighted onlookers.
We are (shrewdly) given no explanation
of this sorcery, and honestly, we're too bedazzled to care. Just like
the throng of villagers rapt by Kubo's paper players, when we sit
down to a Laika feature we are being treated to the most elaborate
puppet show ever imaginable. Or at least until Laika – the
stop-motion animation studio behind this thrilling illusion –
imagines a way to make it more yet elaborate for their next trick.





